I echábais For those less ... I'm back. Sorry for the delay, I've been to a psychotic break of inspiration that has allowed me to write several stories and fiction in numerous competitions for those genres. What has been the subject of my writing not to go up? I just decided to do so when is the deadline for registration of each of them to avoid potential plagiarists anonymous. Here you have three of my micro-stories already submitted: - MY LAST TRIP - (maximum 70 words)
I walked by that spot
unusual autumn rain. My bare feet showed scratches from the roses that accompanied me on that trip. Tired, I sat at the cliff that gave me a stunning view, a view that any sucker would enjoy. Accompanied by the sound unwavering ocean waves breaking on the rocks my face drew tears of sorrow, was running from my murderer.
- A BITTER TRIUMPH - (Maximum length 160 words) From the stands watch the match absorbed. As only two minutes to end and both teams remain tied. The environment becomes hostile, the crowd boo the players, the spits out a big chatter coach worthy of study, alternates seem to be held and the referee begins to smear. In a corner nearly inert remains a player that stands out for its low height and extreme thinness, arguably the team clown, that when you boo, ridicule and neglect that exists when all return home. In a desperate attempt to change the minds of everyone there starts to run like you never had, superhuman something had awakened in him. With great hatred gets rescue the ball, picks up momentum by jumping on the back of a partner, write and before your feet rub against the floor your heart stops beating.
- MY FIRST KISS - (Maximum length 160 characters per short story) (1) I still remember her lips, her smell, the touch of her hair on my neck and hands of velvet. I woke up and my first kiss was just a sweet dream.
(2) Here's what sleeping beauty lying just waiting for the prince to wake me. Suddenly, I get on my lips my first kiss and close the coffin.
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